boneless, we are floating

by Rachel Lynch in


pull your disguise off, are you free or are you tied up?

what a curious life we have found here tonight. anthem for an empty head and new friends.Darker than a full bag of assholes in here. Words are counting their own letters, its just some guy from the last two weeks. the night will always offer its own reply. Counting and sinking, I wrote fairy-tails and sang with you about factory crystals and plans for future films. i'm moving to the ends of the city and back again in a provocative rhythm. no plans, but plenty of goals. i'm a writer and i'm bones.